The first navigator of the Ming Dynasty

According to the official errand of the judge, he carried the body of the eunuch Zhao Liu and walked out of the Yanwang Mansion.

According to the inspector, Chen Ying and the tall butcher Zhang walked behind, and the two talked in a low voice as they walked.

"My lord, Zhao Liu's death is still a mystery. Why did the adults directly conclude that Zhao Liu committed suicide? Didn't Zheng Hai still suspect that this Zhao Liu was killed by him?"

Chen Ying replied softly as he walked: "This official naturally knows. However, this case can be big or small, and this official doesn't want to make a big deal about it, this Yan Wangfu is not an ordinary person. How noble the royal blood is, more is better than less. The

tall butcher nodded stunned. Although he didn't quite understand why Chen Ying did this, he felt that Lord Chen must have a reason to do this.

Chen Ying saw that the butcher Zhang was a little confused, and explained: "Do you still remember the last case of the floating corpse in the Taiye Pool? That Zheng Hai is not simple, and this Yanwang Mansion is even more not simple! More things are better than less things, and this case will be closed like this!" Butcher Zhang

listened to Chen Ying's words and nodded again and again.

Zheng Hai suspected that the news of Zhao Liu's murder reached the ears of the guards Ge San and Lu Xing, just like he had grown legs.

Although Chen Ying, the inspector, characterized Zhao Liu's death as a suicide, the guards Ge San and Lu Xing were still very jealous of Zheng Hai.

Lu Xing said to Ge San: "This Zheng Hai is really troublesome! Fortunately, Chen Ying, the envoy of the inspector, did not listen to Zheng Hai's words, otherwise we would have been in even more trouble

!" "Brother Lu, don't worry! I have done this very cleanly, since Zheng Hai and they want to investigate, they can't find us!" Ge San comforted Lu Xing.

"You did a good job in this matter!" Lu Xing nodded, and said, "However, it is not easy to deal with this Zheng Hai now. We have repeatedly missed, and if we attack him again, we are afraid that we will be caught by him. Let's not attack him again in the near future!" Ge

San held the hilt of his knife and said indignantly: "Is this Zheng Hai a cat and has nine lives? Why do we just want his little life!"

Lu Xing patted Ge San on the shoulder and said: "Ge San, don't worry, even if Zheng Hai has nine lives, he won't survive next summer!

My eldest brother said that our army will go on another northern expedition in the spring of next year." When the time comes, my eldest brother will try his best to bring that Zheng Hai. At that time, even if he Zheng Hai had nine lives, he wouldn't be able to come back alive!"

Lu Xing and Ge San looked at each other and smiled, their smiles giving people a cold feeling, as cold as the northeast wind blowing from Siberia.

Since Zhao Liu's death, nothing else has happened in the Yan Palace, and Zheng Hai's life has become simple and comfortable.

Zheng Hai's life in Yanwangfu was very fulfilling, in the morning he went to study with Xiao Diyun in Jishan, and in the afternoon he learned about the army with Zhu Neng and Zhang Yu and others. He sometimes followed Ma He to Qingshou Temple, and listened to the monk Daoyan talk about Buddhism, the world, and the royal people.

After a few months of practice, Zheng Hai's mounted archery finally improved significantly. But in terms of writing calligraphy, Zheng Hai is obviously inferior to Xiao Diyun.

His calligraphy is still the object of Xu Miaojin's ridicule, and the words he writes can't be called calligraphy at all. It's square, it can only be said that it has the appearance of a Chinese character, that's all.

Xu Miaojin's attitude towards Zheng Hai is simply a 180-degree change. In addition to laughing at Zheng Hai's ugliness, Xu Miaojin did not laugh at Zheng Hai for other things.

What made Xiao Diyun even more puzzled was that Xu Miaojin came to Zheng Hai every once in a while.

Xiao Diyun was wary of Xu Miaojin at first, but he couldn't resist the temptation of Xu Miaojin and Xiaolan to reward with small snacks and treasure money, and gradually became their mouthpiece.

Xu Miaojin revolves around Zheng Hai like a bee, from the school of Jishan Institute to the military drill ground of the palace, from horse racing in autumn to snowball fights in winter, he pulls Zheng Hai to play with him in everything.

Winters in the Ming Dynasty were cold, in what is known in climatology as the Xiaoice Age, and the winter temperature was several degrees colder than the average winter temperature of the 21st century.

As a result, the nomads in the north often traveled south to fight the autumn winds and constantly harassed the borders of the Ming Dynasty.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the military power of the Ming Dynasty was very strong, and the Yuan Dynasty, which had just overthrown the world. Therefore, the pseudo-Yuan and other nomads in the north can only harass, and they cannot compete head-on with the Ming army.

Zhu Yuanzhang placed several capable vassal kings on the northern border, including Zhu 樉 (shuǎng), Jin (朱㭎) (gāng), and Yan (Zhu Di).

Since Zhu Di, the king of Yan, surrendered to the Northern Yuan Taiwei Nai'er Buhua, Zhu Yuanzhang let Zhu Di command all the soldiers and horses in the north and the major generals, and Zhu Di became the only vassal king.

In February of the twenty-fourth year of Hongwu (1391), winter goes to spring, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the sky is clear in Beiping, and the spring is pleasant.

Zheng Hai stood on an avenue outside the city of Beiping, holding a white horse in one hand and a bag embroidered with the word "wonderful" in the other.

"Xiaohai, why are you here?".

Zheng Hai heard the voice, turned around and looked back, and Ma He walked towards him from the city gate.

Before Zheng Hai could answer, Xiao Diyun had already shouted at Ma He: "Brother Sanbao, my Brother Hai just sent Junior Master Xu away.

"Oh, it turned out that I came to send off the little master Xu Miaojin!" Ma He walked over and saw Zheng Hai holding a bag in his hand, and said with some doubts: "Xiaohai, where did you get

the bag?" Zheng Hai stuffed the bag in his hand into his sleeve and replied embarrassedly: "This was given to me by the little master Xu Miaojin just now." She said that if I go to Yingtianfu in the future, I can take this bag and go to Xu Mansion to find her.

Ma He looked at Zheng Hai with a surprised expression, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he closed it again without speaking.

He stared at Zheng Hai's face for a long time in a daze, and then asked, "Xiao Hai, is this bag really given to you by Xiao Master Xu?"

Zheng Hai nodded, a little embarrassed. He took out the bag from his sleeve, handed it to Ma He, and said, "Three treasures, if you like it, then give it to you!

Zheng Hai's move made Ma He even more crying and laughing. He hurriedly excused himself and said, "Xiao Hai, how can this kind of thing be given away casually! You quickly put it away

!" "What's wrong with this? If you like it, take it, I'm not used to wearing this thing!" Zheng Hai looked serious, and he didn't know why Ma He looked embarrassed.

"Xiao Hai, don't you really know what it means for a

girl to give a bag?" Zheng Hai looked dazed, and asked suspiciously: "Isn't this a souvenir given when you send off?"

Xiao Diyun leaned over and said to Ma He: "Brother Sanbao, have you forgotten? My brother Hai's head is different from others..." Ma He

saw Zheng Hai's blank expression, and hurriedly approached Zheng Hai and whispered: "Xiao Hai, this girl's gift of tips means that she likes you."

"Huh?" Zheng Hai looked frightened, obviously taken aback.

Zheng Hai looked at Ma He in a daze, and asked with a look of disbelief, "You mean that Xiao Xu Miaojin likes me?"

Xiao Diyun also looked at Zheng Hai like Ma He. He muttered softly, "I see! No wonder she revolves around my brother all day long... However, it's a pity, she responded to Tianfu! It's a pity, I can't accept her treasure money in the future..."

Just as Zheng Hai was staring at Xu Miaojin's bag in a daze, a deafening sound of horses' hooves came from the official road in the distance.

In the distance, dust and smoke billowed from the distance, and a convoy of chariots and horses was heading towards the city gates.

The battle flag of the Ming Dynasty was fluttering in the wind, and a group of cavalry was rushing quickly.